Chapter 450 - 0277 No sense of shame, but can have guilt (2-in-1)_2

Perhaps it’s somewhat sad to say, though she hasn’t officially entered his life, she has already adapted to his existence like any wife would.

Maybe... it’s because the silver he used to buy wine has been carefully kept in a brocade box, occasionally taken out for a look.

"I’m not small at all; it’s you who’s strange. I really don’t know what you’re thinking." Gu Qiancheng puffed her cheeks: "I’m already quite unremarkable, but Sister is even more so."

Gu Qiancheng thought, despite being shy to the point of death in front of Yun Qian, despite her heartbeat nearly exploding, she did not back down but instead said everything she wanted to say to the girl. She is a very courageous person.

Liu Qingluo’s embarrassment, however, prevented her from uttering even the smallest intimate words.

"Do you know..." Liu Qingluo wasn’t annoyed by the girl’s words, she just smiled gently: "Ms. Zhu said I’m much more outstanding now than I used to be."

Gu Qiancheng had nothing to say.

Because that truly was the truth.

She’s an Immortal Talent girl, possibly one day mentioned in the ancient history of the Human Race.

Her aunt, the notably famous Zhu Tongjun, really liked Liu Qingluo very much. She repeatedly instructed before leaving that no one should bully her daughter, and said Liu Qingluo was her favorite among the girls she had brought up over the years... Anyway, no matter how you look at her, she’s excellent.

"I know Aunt Tong has high standards. Sister, you might be right, but what I don’t understand, I simply don’t understand."

Gu Qiancheng pouted, gently clawing at the sun in the sky with her pale white hand: "If it’s someone I like, I must hold them in my hand."

"Then why don’t you go and grab Miss Yun?" Liu Qingluo asked.

"I, I..."

Gu Qiancheng stammered a few times, deflated: "My fondness for Ms. Yun isn’t the same as Sister’s. Mother can have many daughters. If I cling too much and she doesn’t like me, what should I do?"

"A mother can have many daughters, just as a wife can have many concubines." Liu Qingluo said.

"Then I’m striving, why are you just watching from afar?" Gu Qiancheng pouted.

"Because..." Liu Qingluo lifted the stray hair by her ear, looked at the thick clouds forming in the sky, and whispered, "Now I can sleep peacefully."

"Sleep well? Sister, what are you talking about? I truly don’t understand what you’re saying." Gu Qiancheng walked over, somewhat dissatisfied, pinching her fingers: "No wonder you know that Grand Monk, you both like saying incomprehensible things, learning nothing good, but coping with their cryptic talk."

"Think carefully?" Liu Qingluo held her hand: "If you can figure it out, Ms. Zhu will surely credit me."

"What kind of generation are we..." Gu Qiancheng helplessly.

She called Liu Qingluo sister, Ms. Zhu aunt, yet Liu Qingluo also called Ms. Zhu sister.

But that’s not important; she pondered Liu Qingluo’s words and tested saying, "Could it be, that Sister can’t sleep well when you’re not just watching from afar?"

"Sort of." Liu Qingluo tidied up Gu Qiancheng’s messy clothes, "When you grow up a bit, you’ll understand."

"Sister certainly has potential to be a mother." Gu Qiancheng’s eyelashes fluttered twice: "That’s how they all deceive children."

"I won’t deceive you." Liu Qingluo shook her head.

Not all love must be about possession.

If she approached, she might gain a fleeting joy of being near her beloved, but after satisfying that possessive desire, she would quickly be overwhelmed by guilt as heavy as a mountain.

The stronger the past love, the more intense the guilt, which wouldn’t stop until it entirely crushed her.

How could she sleep peacefully?

Therefore, she wouldn’t approach, it’s enough to watch from afar.

"I’m quite satisfied now." Liu Qingluo’s tears at the corners of her eyes seemed to smile; she stretched lazily: "Now I can sleep well and even dream."

"Dream? What do you dream about?"

"Dreaming of Miss Yun." Liu Qingluo thought, because she has a clear conscience, she can speak so calmly with that girl in dreams; because of it, she can live well.

"Eh?" Gu Qiancheng was confused. She hurriedly said, "Sister Liu, how can you compete with me for Ms. Yun? We agreed, I like Ms. Yun, you like..."

"Who agreed with you?" Liu Qingluo retorted.

"...Then there’s nothing I can do." Gu Qiancheng pouted again: "If I bully Sister, Aunt Tong would surely beat me to death."

"Then I must thank Ms. Zhu for protection." Liu Qingluo shook her head, continued saying, "Alright, I was just joking with you, I won’t approach Miss Yun."

On this matter, she cares even more about Young Master Xu.

Her background as an artiste-courtesan would bring negative impacts to Yun Qian... perhaps, when she feels she has become excellent enough, being friends with her wouldn’t be a bad thing, only then would she try to approach that sun-like radiant girl.

Approaching now is only like a moth to a flame.

Perhaps that day isn’t far, Liu Qingluo has begun to feel herself changing; she really has to thank Ms. Zhu and her inexplicable talent.

"No... Sister Liu, you should still approach Ms. Yun." Gu Qiancheng came to her senses, immediately changed her tone, grabbed the hem of her clothes: "Without you, I’m all alone..."

"What’s wrong with being alone?"

"I’m afraid to go to Celestial Bright Peak alone to find Ms. Yun to play."

Liu Qingluo: "..."

"Sister." Gu Qiancheng looked at her pleadingly.

Liu Qingluo shook her head; this too was her principle; she wouldn’t approach Miss Yun for Gu Qiancheng, however... tilting her head, she thought for a moment and said, "Sister, did you say Miss Yun might be in trouble?"

"Yes." Gu Qiancheng explained: "Like that Sikong Jing... forget him, anyways, all sorts of people on the mountain now, big troubles likely not, but the small ones sure can be pesky."

Liu Qingluo nodded, just like Flower Moon Building is Ms. Zhu’s business, so big shots are very courteous, while some thugs without any backing occasionally stir up trouble.

"Maybe you could try starting from the Young Master?" Liu Qingluo suggested.

"Young Master Xu?" Gu Qiancheng was thoughtful: "So Sister Liu means, I dare not approach Ms. Yun, could offer some benefits to Young Master Xu to help him avoid hassle, using this chance to get close to her?"

She said, clapping her hands: "Right, I can go to Celestial Bright Peak and offer help with his cultivation needs, so it won’t be just playing, and I’d have a good reason. Sister Liu, you’re so smart, I’ll go back and prepare some elixir suitable for Young Master Xu; wonder if I still have some Qi Condensing Pill I used as candy before..."

Watching Gu Qiancheng’s eyes sparkling, Liu Qingluo remained silent.

She didn’t mean that, she only suggested trying to use her influence to free Xu Chang’an from trouble.

But Gu Qiancheng’s idea could bring benefits to the Young Master, naturally, she wouldn’t speak against it.

"Sister, actually, if you were bolder, not so shy, maybe you could approach Miss Yun better." Liu Qingluo said.

"Hmph, Sister, don’t say that about me, you’re the shyer one, can’t even speak to him, it’s you who should be less ashamed."

"I’m not shy, it’s not about shame."

"Enough, let’s go back quickly."

"Okay."

——

What is shame?

Miss Yun has never known this, and unlike wanting to learn jealousy, learning about shame is even harder than learning to be jealous.

For what’s called shame, broadly speaking, refers to the feeling of shame due to the moral inferiority of the aesthetic subject.

This moral emotion, stemming from self-awareness and self-condemnation, Miss Yun cannot... or rather refuses to understand.

Therefore, in Yun Qian, one can never find something called shame.

But Yun Qian does find it hard to sleep.

Now she waits for words she wants to hear, if she doesn’t hear them, she’ll surely lose sleep tonight.

"Lady." Xu Chang’an finished speaking, looked up at the clouds in the sky.

"Hmm."

Miss Yun was very satisfied, thinking she would have a nice dream.